It was time to prepare for the Sectional's which weren't too far away and the New Directions still hadn't thought of a song list to do, they didn't know what songs that they could choose as every year for both the Sectional's, Regional's and National's there is always a theme that they have to follow. The New Directions all sat in the class awaiting nervously to find out what their theme was this year and who they would be up against. Every member of the New Directions except Sebastian who hadn't arrived for class yet. Santana sat at the back of the class next to Puck and Brittany, she glanced around the class looking for him but there was no sight of him.
"Who are you looking for?" Brittany asked her innocently.
"Somebody's missing," she replied, "The class isn't full, there's somebody missing."
"Your summer boyfriend," Puck muttered harshly. Santana snapped her head quickly towards him as she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows of confusion.
"What did you just say?" She asked him angrily.
"You heard me," he replied.
"No," she told him, "I actually didn't, that's why I'm asking you what you just said, you idiot."
"I said," he told her, "Your summer boyfriend."
"Where did you hear that?" She questioned him.
"From the horse's mouth," he told her.
"Okay," she replied holding her index finger up in the air, "I get it that he has a huge mouth and he has massive donkey teeth but there's no need to be rude by saying from the horse's mouth."
"I wasn't," he said to her, "But now I know that I was being rude," he smirked, "Thanks."
She scooted towards him, "What did you do to him?" She snarled.
"Oh," he responded with fake shock, "I didn't think that you gave a damn about him, obviously I was wrong about that."
"Noah Puckerman," she growled, "What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything," he lied with a smirk on his face.
"I swear to god," she snarled, "If you don't tell me what you did to him right now I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on your ass."
"That's not gonna be happening," Mr Schuester said as he walked through the door carrying his brown, leather satchel over his shoulder, "Nobody's going to go all Lima Heights on each other." He walked over to the piano, taking off his bag over his shoulder, he placed it down on the piano, opening it up, he reached into it and pulled out an envelope which contained information about the Sectional's. Santana scraped her chair along the floor as she turned her body away from Puck and folded her arms across her chair, she shot a glare over her shoulder at him before returning her gaze to the front of the classroom.
Mr Schuester turned to the front of the class as he held the envelope in his hand. "Guys," he told them, "In my hand I have the information about the Sectionals. We'll be finding out who our competition is and what theme we'll have to follow." He pointed at the drums, "Drum roll please." The guy on the drums started to beat out the drum roll as Mr Schuester tore open the top of the envelope, with the rest of the class leaning forward in anticipation to hear the results. Mr Schuester finally pulled out the piece of paper and glanced his eyes across the writing. "Our competition this year is," Mr Schuester told them, "The Dolce Bella's from Lake Milton, Ohio and The Reflections from Kitts Hill, Ohio."
"Yes," Tina exclaimed, "That's good news. I've got a cousin in Kitts Hill and she said that The Reflections suck."
"Your cousin thinks everything sucks," Mike informed her.
"Yeah," she replied, "But it was the way that she said sucks, when she empathises the end 'S', that means that they really suck."
"Right," Mr Schuester replied awkwardly, "Okay."
"What's the theme, Mr Schue?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Right," Mr Schuester said as he glanced down on the piece of paper as he glanced across the words until he reached the theme, when his eyes light up with the theme his head shot back up to look at them. "The theme this year is," he grinned, "The 80's."
The New Directions all looked at him with a look of disgust and disappointment on their faces, everybody except Kurt who was clapping his hands together with a massive grin on his face that reflected the feeling from Mr Schuester.
"The 80's," Mercedes groaned, "That's so old fashioned."
"You have got to be kidding me," Kurt exclaimed, "The 80's is the best decade of music. We had Madonna, Prince, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, do I need to say more?"
"The 80's was for ladies," Puck remarked as he rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out with disgust.
"Yeah," Santana said sarcastically, "And Michael Jackson was for the ladies." She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him, "I agree with Kurt, the 80's was one of the best decades for music, it was fun and upbeat."
"Wait," Puck interrupted, "We don't have to dress like them because there is no way that I'm wearing a crop top like they did."
"I don't know what I ever saw in you," Quinn sarcastically remarked.
"Guys," Mr Schuester chimed, "This is one of the best decade of music because we didn't have just one genre, we had loads, it would range from pop to heavy rock, that's the beauty of the era."
"Mr Schue's right," Blaine agreed, "It is the best decade of music and because of that, we can choose loads of songs to perform."
"Okay," Mr Schuester clapped his hands together, "Let's put our heads together and think of some songs choices that we can use." Brittany leaned towards Santana and placed her head onto hers, Mr Schuester noticed her doing it, his eyebrows knitted together and he shook his head, "Brittany, I didn't mean quite literally."
"Then why did you say it then?" She asked him innocently.
"Santana," he sighed, "Please tell her what I mean."
"Yeah," she nodded, "Leave it to me." She turned her body towards her, "Britt," she said softly, "What Mr Schue is trying to say is that we all have to think about what songs we'd like to sing, he's saying that two minds are better than one."
"Then why didn't he just say that then?" Brittany asked her.
"I don't know," she replied as she glanced over to Mr Schuester and shook her head whilst rolling her eyes.
"Anyways," Mr Schuester interrupted, "Why don't we shoot some ideas." Blaine raised his hand in the air, "Yes," Mr Schuester pointed at him, "You have an idea."
"Actually," he said as he lowered his arm down, "I was gonna say that it's not fair that we're discussing this and our whole team isn't here. Sebastian hasn't turned up today."
"Right," Mr Schuester nodded, "Of course, does anybody know where Sebastian is?"
"I bet Puck knows where he is," Santana sneered as she turned her whole body to face him with her arms folded across her chest, and she raised an eyebrow up at him.
"Puck," Mr Schuester asked, "Do you know where he is?"
"Nope," he replied, "I don't know where he is."
"You're such a liar," she snapped at him, "You know exactly where he is but you're lying because you don't want him to be here because guess what people, Noah Puckerman is jealous of him."
"Well, of course he is," Artie said.
"Everybody can see that," Tina added.
"He's jealous of his voice," Mercedes added, "And he's jealous of his money."
"Most of us are jealous of his money," Artie told her.
"Yeah," Mercedes replied, "But Puck is more and is jealous because he's better looking than him." She shrugged, "I'm only saying what other's are thinking."
"I was actually thinking that he has a better voice than him," Rachel added, "But I wouldn't have said that unless everybody else hadn't been saying something to him."
"Guys, enough," Mr Schuester yelled, "Blaine would you go and find him, please."
"Yeah," Blaine answered as he was about to push himself away from the chair and push himself onto his feet when Santana stood up before him.
"I'll do it," she told them, she turned around and looked down at Puck with a raised eyebrow, "See the damage that you've caused." She rolled her eyes once more before jumping down from the step and made her way out of the classroom. Quinn leant forward and glanced over him as she saw him glaring at the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and slumping in his chair.
"Jealous, Puckerman?" She smirked.
"Shut up, Quinn," he snarled.
Santana made her way down the hallway where students stood putting their books away, as she turned around the corner she noticed him standing at his locker putting his books away, she pursed her lips together and made her way over to him.
"And why aren't you in Glee Club?" She asked him, "I thought you wanted to be a member of the New Directions?"
"And I thought that you didn't want me to be anywhere near you?" He replied snidely.
"Don't take that tone with me," she barked, "You know that I can go all Lima Heights on your ass."
"Yeah," he snapped as he turned to face her, "Well, it'll match what your precious boyfriend did to me anyways."
Santana was rendered speechless when she noticed the bruising around the side of his mouth and trailing along his jaw line, her mouth dropped open, almost dropping down to the ground as she took a step towards him, she tilted her head to the side slightly trying to get a good look at it.
"He did this to you?" She asked him still in shock.
"Why are you in shock about it?" He shot at her, "It's not like he hasn't got a temper, is it?" He rolled his eyes and turned away from her as he slammed the locker door shut.
"Why did he do this to you?" She asked him still in shock and still checking out the bruising.
"Because he's jealous," he told her, "He's jealous of the fact that we had a thing over the summer. He's jealous of the thought that you might want to get back with me, but we both know that that's not true."
"So," she questioned him, "It was you who told him that we had a summer fling together?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, "And I would do it again because what we shared over the summer was better than what you're experiencing now with him."
"How dare you say that?" She exclaimed, "You have no idea what's going on in our relationship?"
"Oh don't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, "I know exactly what's happening in your relationship. Your boyfriend is jealous of you speaking to any other guy because he thinks that something is gonna happen because you boyfriend has trusting issues seeing that all he does is cheat on people and now he's threatened because he thinks that because we had an amazing summer together, you're gonna run off with me because I'm gonna tell you something, what we shared over the summer, you couldn't possibly share with him, and you wanna know why?"
"You're gonna tell me anyways," she replied cynically, "So, what's the point in protesting."
He took a step towards her, both their chest touching as he looked down at her, "Because you'll never be able to trust the guy," he told her softly, "Because he won't understand you." She looked up into his crystal blue eyes, "You think that just because I'm from Westerville and you're from Lima Height it means that I don't understand you. You're wrong. Because I understand you more than anybody else because we're so much alike. You and Puck have nothing in common, but you and I, we do. We both speak our minds and we don't care who we hurt, but when we're together, all we want to do is protect one another."
"I don't want to protect you," she huffed, "What makes you think that I want to protect you."
"Because if you didn't," he told her, "Then you wouldn't have come to find me, now would you?"
She took a step back away from him and shook her head. "We have to go back and choose songs to sing at Sectionals," she said changing the subject and not looking at him.
"You were worried about me," he told her, "You were worried about what Puck had done to me because I didn't show up for choir practice. You were concerned about me. You can pretend that you weren't, and you can lie to yourself and tell yourself that you only came to see me because of the New Directions, but we both know the truth. You came to find me because you were worried about me."
"I'm gonna head back to class," she told him not giving eye contact, "You can come if you want, but if you don't want to then that's fine. If you're scared about what Puck will do to you, then that's fine, but I thought that I would let you know that they all want you there." She shrugged her shoulder before turning on her heels and making her way back to choir room. Sebastian shook his head as he watched her walk towards the choir room, he flung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way up to the choir room behind her. As Santana made her way through the door, Puck noticed that he hadn't followed her which caused him to smirk to himself knowing that he had won the battle but his smirk soon faded from his face when he noticed Sebastian walking through the door, the rolls of gasps of shock were heard as they all noticed the bruising on his face.
"What the hell happened to you?" Quinn asked him.
"Oh," he shrugged, "I was in a fight, no big deal. A bully thought that he could pound my face in because he was jealous of me and he thought that he scared me off, but I'm not. I'm not scared of him." He shot a look over at Puck and flashed a cocky smirk at him before he made his way to the back of the classroom and taking his seat next to Blaine. He glanced over to Puck who was frowning with anger, flashing another cocky smirk at him, he placed his backpack down on the ground and raised his hand in the air.
"Mr Schue," he said, "I have a few ideas that we can use for Sectionals."